as did his excitement. Bacoj slathered sensitizer on his buttocks, rubbing it into the crack as well. His finger pushed into the Imdiko’s hole, promising enthralling torment later. There wasn’t a damned thing Vax could do about it.
“Don’t come,” Bacoj reminded him as he coated Vax’s shafts with the cream. Already needy, Vax screamed into the linens as violent rapture seized his sexes. Cum rose to the tip of his primary, fighting to spew out. Yet the venom in his veins held him captive, making him a slave to Bacoj’s dictates. He couldn’t come, not until he had the Dramok’s permission. That permission wasn’t likely to be granted in the near future.
“I like that. Scream for me again.” Bacoj chuckled as Vax did so.
He released Vax after a few more smacks. Then he was gone, though there were soft sounds of movement behind the Imdiko. Bacoj returned and grabbed his secondary, setting off another frenzied yell. Arousal was a ferocious, gut-clenching hunger that stole all sense from Vax.
“That’s it. Naughty Imdiko is being punished. Take it, naughty boy.”
Bacoj pumped his secondary, and Vax’s body tried to find a way to fight free of his control. He couldn’t move when Bacoj’s thick wooden paddle thudded against his buttocks, bringing white-hot pain.
Agony and ecstasy tore into Vax in equal shares. His wails were continuous as Bacoj relentlessly masturbated and spanked him. The Imdiko couldn’t even claw the sheets; the order to not move ruled him inexorably. He had no choice but to accept the punishment.
His flesh heated into an inferno. Bacoj wouldn’t cause real damage, but the sensitizing cream made it feel as if he held a flame to Vax’s flesh. His body begged to escape. His brain refused to give the order.
Meanwhile, his sexes felt swollen, ready to burst under the pressure of arousal. Surely Bacoj’s venom shouldn’t be able to keep Vax from orgasm. Nevertheless, brutal desire continued to increase, driving him crazy with need.
Hot tears flowed into the bed linens as the paddling and pumping went on and on. Through it all, Bacoj voiced his satisfaction.
“That ass is turning the perfect shade of red.” Smack! “Where are your tricks this morning, Vax?” Smack! “Did you think I’d always allow you to call the shots?” Smack!
Vax wanted to apologize, but Bacoj had frozen his speech. Only wails escaped his lips.
“You like being under me.” Smack! “You like it when I take what I wish from you.” Smack! “You can’t say you don’t when you’re so fucking hard in my hand.” Smack! “Not when your cocks are jerking, trying their damnedest to shoot cum all over the sheets.” Smack!
Yes, Vax liked it when Bacoj took control. It was a difficult admission. He’d always considered sex a game to win, by dictating the action through suggestions and seduction. He played his lovers, getting them to do the things he desired so they’d forget their own particular desires. Letting them think they were in control all the while.
He’d been caught at it several times by Bacoj by then. Often, the Dramok had been content to let him have his way. It appeared the situation had changed profoundly in the wake of Vax’s scheming with Felac. Bacoj was very much his own man, and he’d decided to inform Vax of that.
His to do with as he wants. It was difficult for Vax to think clearly while the Dramok pummeled his ass and flogged his dicks. In fact, his thoughts were only coming through in small snatches, half-formed and disconnected. That realization somehow barreled through the pain and elation.
His to do with as he wants.
On the heels of that understanding came a curious warmth that had nothing to do with his aching rear and shaft. An odd sense of security took hold of Vax. A belonging, as assured as when he’d been a child in his parent clan’s home.
His to do with as he wants.
Strange euphoria overcame the Imdiko. The paddle rose and fell as enthusiastically as before. Bacoj’s grip on his shaft was as tight and demanding. Agony, delicious and awful, remained in full force. Yet it was suddenly wonderful. Vax submerged in paradise, mesmerized in glorious bliss. He floated in a sea of tranquil rapture, apart but somehow immersed in what was being done to him.
His cries of anguish became moans of delight. He reveled in his torment, gifted to him by the exacting Dramok. He belonged in all ways to Bacoj, his entire being riveted in surrendering to his lover.
Bacoj caught the